I love a list. The order one can make in a chaotic mind simply be writing things down, one after the other - usually next to a neat little hand-drawn square - is astounding.
So correspondingly I have many lists. Many books for many lists.
My book of grocery lists makes for very interesting reading. It is from when I first moved out, and even though I was living on my own, I did it in style!
Every week I bought:
- bocconcini (I think there was a cheese theme!)
- capsicums for roasting
That was just some of my 'standing order' items. And then when I had people over, I got even more creative!
I had some of my favourite girls over for an afternoon tea and served:
- chicken sandwiches
- chilli plum chicken cakes
- madeleines (I remember I had trouble getting them out of the pan)
- Turkish delight rocky road
Oh! And I just found my menu from a Trivial Pursuit night:
- homemade guacamole
- pear, date and cinnamon chutney
- mini pizzas
- baked beans with Indian flavours (NOT the beans out of a can)
- baby pavlovas
So as well as having the satisfaction of writing the list, and then ticking things off the list, I also have the wonderful memories the lists evoke.
Note to self: must make more pear, date and cinnamon chutney.